The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics.

Chapter 547 Devastated
The so-called multiverse communication was modified by Yang Le based on Valeria's invention, which was the signal transmitter that tricked him into the zombie universe.

The purpose of inventing this device was to facilitate communication between him and his clones in other universes.

It was originally a device invented for the Marvel Cinematic Universe, but later he called back all the clones in the movie universe in order to become X-Man, and never sent any clones back since then.

Although the DC universe also has an avatar, this transmitter can only be used within the same universe, so logically speaking, this alarm should not be triggered again.

But now, the fact is that the alarm was still triggered, which means that someone found the base he left behind before the movie universe and triggered this device.

This was far beyond Yang Le's expectations. He really couldn't figure out who could find his secret base. No matter who that person was, he needed to go back and take a look to satisfy his curiosity.

Since he couldn't go home now anyway, he might as well satisfy his curiosity first. He was also very curious about whether the Avengers, who had foresight, could turn the originally unfavorable situation into a favorable one.

After all, intelligence characters have always been supermodels, and I believe that the intelligence Avengers can also be at the top of the list.

...

Deep under the sea, a small submarine was parked in front of a raised submarine mountain. It seemed that it had been there for some time.

The surface of the submarine is painted gray, and a large logo resembling the letter A is painted in red in the center of the hull, which appears to be shining even in the dim seabed.

"I don't know if the captain and the others can succeed." Falcon Sam looked worried and unconsciously tightened the joystick in his hand, causing the submarine to shake slightly twice.

"Relax, new recruit." A hand suddenly rested on Sam's shoulder. Even through his battle suit, he could feel the strength of the man's palm.

"Yes, Mr. Hawkeye." Sam swallowed and answered after calming down.

"I told you, don't call me that," Clint chuckled. "I've stopped using that code name for a long time."

Sam was panicked when he heard this. He was about to apologize but was stopped by Clint's strong hand. The latter pointed to the operating table. Sam then realized that it was the communication device that was ringing.

"This is Falcon." Sam quickly answered the call.

"This is Captain America." A tired but reassuring voice came from the communication device. Sam quickly pricked up his ears. He had heard too much bad news and urgently needed good news to cheer him up.

"Unfortunately, we didn't find any allies from the Tiangong Association."

It was like entering an icy cave. Not only Sam, but even Clint standing behind him was noticeably stiffer. It seemed that God did not favor them.

"There is a secret base here, but it's empty, and it looks like it's been empty for a while. I guess no one has used it since they all disappeared."

The crackling sound of electricity, coupled with such bad news, made Sam feel that even the water pressure in the deep sea was not as great as the pressure brought to him by this news. Indeed, no light could shine through the seabed.

"Roger that, Captain." Seeing Sam still silent, Clint took the initiative to answer. "Is there anything else of value there? We're short on resources right now. Since we can't get any help from them, we absolutely can't waste them."

"There are a lot of valuables here," the captain's tone brightened slightly. "Natasha and I just found a place to dock the submarine. If you need to, go around to the other side of the mountain. We'll open the door for you. Come and help move your stuff."

After saying that, Steve hung up the phone, and Clint breathed a sigh of relief, finally getting some good news.

…“Boom!”

A deafening sound was heard, and Steve watched the gate in front of him slowly open, and the small submarine driven by Sam and Clint slowly swam in.

"team leader."

After parking the submarine, Falcon was the first to come out of the submarine door. Then he bent down and pulled Clinton behind him, and then helped him get off the submarine.

"Actually, the three of us are enough, Barton." Steve looked at his friend in sunglasses with a complicated expression. "Since you have limited mobility, just stay on the submarine."

"I can't sit still, Captain." Clint pulled out a short stick from his waist and swung it into a long staff. "Besides, a blind man can't see those instruments. I might as well come down and do some manual labor."

Shaking his head helplessly, Steve didn't say anything else. He knew he couldn't stop Clint, so he might as well let him go.

"Watch your step."

In the end, Steve just gave a reminder and then led everyone into the base. The tapping sound coming from behind him made Steve feel bad.

The base was not big, and the three of them quickly met up with Natasha who was searching. The other party was also surprised to see Clint, but she never said much. She just directed a few people to move the things she found onto the submarine.

"We have limited space, so let's move some important supplies first. If all else fails, we can transform this place into our base. The ground is becoming increasingly unsafe."

Natasha's command was well-organized, and everyone soon began to work enthusiastically, moving boxes of supplies onto the submarine.

Steve is a superhuman and can move a lot of things at a time. Although Sam is an ordinary person, he has received a lot of training and can move two boxes at a time. Only Clint can only hold one box with his right hand and use his left hand to hold a stick to explore the way because of his eyes.

Although Steve reminded him to pay attention to his feet, Clint was still tripped by an obstacle he had not detected. With things in his hands, he lost his balance and fell to the side.

"Snapped!"

To Clint's relief, he did not fall, but instead leaned on a platform, and his palm seemed to press on something, and he felt a subtle sinking sensation.

"Buzz buzz!"

A shrill alarm sounded, attracting everyone's attention. No one understood what was happening, but they only saw Clint losing his balance and pressing a button.

"Emergency call! Emergency call!"

The broadcast in the base sounded, and everyone saw that the computer screen, which was originally dim, was now lit up, and it was playing an emergency sign that everyone could understand.

"What's wrong, Barton?" Steve dropped the work at hand and hurried to Clint's side. The other two were also running towards them.

"I don't know, Captain." Clint gave a wry smile. "But I think I'm in trouble."

(End of this chapter)